You can’t take anything with you, they say—and that feels about right. Mansions lose their beauty the closer you get. From the third floor, it’s just metal roofs and emptiness. It’s grand, yet hollow. Kind of like walking around with your ass in oversized pants—looks fine from a distance, but it doesn’t quite fit. Yeah, that’s how it is. Wouldn’t you say? I understand we aren't all on the same page here. I’m in the autumn of my life, learning to let go of what doesn’t fit anymore.
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